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Amelia's pov

The air around us crackles with intensity, so bristling hot that I may have forgotten how to breathe for a moment. As I stared into his eyes I realized that it wasn't the tension in the room that snagged my very breath but the boy standing right before me, staring at me with heated eyes.

His words were like a dare that hung in the air. A dare to see who will crack first and I refuse to be the first one to fall under the pressure. Biting into my lower lip as a silent resort to pull myself together, I sneered up at him.

" You can play your little games by yourself Raiden," I snarled under my breath, taking a step back from the heat radiating off of him. " But I won't be your puppet."

My heart is still pounding when I turn back to ignore him when his fingers wrap around my arm and pull me back.

I made a noise at the back of my throat that sounded close to a gasp and yelp as I whip around and slam against his broad chest. His chest rumbles as he groans in pleasure as tho